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- Chapter One – Womb for One More? (requested by Anon)
- >Day WHY in Equestria.
- >You are Raingoo Dash.
- >When you were assisting Twilight Sparkle with a new spell, she suffered a serious ‘magical mishap’.
- >It resulted in turning your body into a semi-solid state that she keeps insisting on calling ‘Gak’.
- >While she is interested in your altered compo…
- >Compa…
- >…
- >While she wants to know what makes you tick, Twilight’s doing her best to fix the mistake.
- >But, after what happened to ‘Floamershy’, you’re not really too keen on putting yourself up for experimentation.
- >Poor mare hardened over night and now Twilight’s trying to figure out how to fix that too.
- >Because of your not-quite-solid condition, flying is next to impossible.
- >You’re getting better at it, but you keep dripping when you flap your wings.
- >That sucks.
- >Being gooey however is
- “AWESOME!”
- >With a squeal, you dribble down the steps in Anon’s home.
- >The sensation of rolling over the rough oaken steps, stimulating your
- >Well
- >Everything
- >Is pretty great.
- >Even better is the fact that you can go flat.
- >Completely flat.
- >Glooping down the stairs at uncanny speeds.
- >No one is really quite sure how you move so fast in your no-limbed state, but you’re not going to question it.
- >If you can’t fly, you may as well have a good time.
- >Anonymous gives you a sly smile, stepping over you as you hit the ground floor.
- >“Having fun?”
- “You know it!”
- >It is fun, not as fun as flying, but being on the ground has given you a different sort of perspective.
- >Especially with your special some-pony, Anonymous.
- >A real stand out from the royal pricks that most stallions ended up being.
- >Kind, compassionate to a fault, and genuinely weird.
- >You giggle as the last thought crosses your mind.
- >Weird interesting, always with something new on his mind, but being from another world, he thought differently than most ponies.
- >And that was exciting.
- >He was incredibly understanding about your situation, even opening his home to you when you found out you couldn’t fly to your cloud.
- >Helped you through the struggle of adjusting to life on the ground.
- >Everything that you had hoped for in a special some-pony, but had convinced yourself you would never find.
- >There’s just, one thing that you would fix about your arrangement.
- >You haven’t got any of that crazy, crazy monkey dick in a month and a half.
- >It’s ridiculous!
- >Here you are, the peak of sexual perfection, able to do anything and everything to him
- >(You could even crawl up his ass and hug his prostate if that’s what he wanted!)
- >and he can’t even be bothered to get his tip wet.
- >It’s driving you insane.
- >As he passes over you again, you toy with the idea of squirming just enough so that he would step on you.
- >Just, just to see what it would feel like.
- >Maybe he would slip
- >Fall on top of you.
- >And you could show him how much you missed him.
- >But his foot hits the ground before you make up your mind.
- >Sighing, you begin to reform yourself, head first, eventually pulling your entire ‘body’ out of the puddle of goo you had been.
- >That never stops getting weird.
- “So, what’ve we got on the agenda today?”
- >You’ve gotten used to your new body in the past month so that you can harden parts of yourself at will.
- >Anon appreciates that you don’t squick anymore when you trot around the house.
- >“C’mon, Dashie, you know that I’ve got to work with Rarity this week.”
- >Ugh, Rarity.
- >Miss Pretty Pastel Pony.
- >Squishiest of all ponies in Ponyville.
- >Well, she’s your friend, of course.
- >And you would never dream of wishing anything bad on her.
- >But ever since the ‘accident’, YOUR special somepony has been spending more time with her than he has with you!
- >Y’know, not counting sleeping, eating, hanging out…
- >Okay so maybe he doesn’t spend all his time on her.
- >But, to be honest, you’re a little…
- >Intimidated.
- >Not that there isn’t a good reason for that.
- >Rarity’s gorgeous!
- >She knows it, and so does every other thing within a ten mile radius of Ponyville.
- >And then there was the time that you went to Cloudsdale to compete in The Best Young Fliers Competition.
- >And Rarity just so happened to have magic butterfly wings that Twilight graced her with.
- >And then she just so happened to unnerve you, and entrance the entire audience with her good looks and classy demeanor.
- >You don’t have anything like that!
- >She’s plush.
- >You’re tiny.
- >She’s got enough class to rub hooves with Canterlot Elite.
- >You were best friends with a royal jerk of a gryphon.
- >How are you supposed to compete with that?
- >Okay, cool it Dash.
- >You’re getting worked up over nothing.
- >Just, ask him what they’ve been working on.
- >It’ll be easy and you can put all this to rest.
- “So, um, what are you two, working on?”
- >“Oh, you know, clothing stuff.”
- “Oh, yeah. That would make a lot of sense.”
- >Giving a laugh, Anon reaches out and ruffles your mane.
- >It doesn’t quite have the same effect any more, sending goo squishing left and right, but you still relish in his touch.
- >“All right, I’ll be back later tonight, okay? You keep working on staying solid.”
- “Yeah yeah.”
- >You put on your best smile and swat his butt as he walks for the door.
- >Giving you a teasing look over the shoulder, he closes the door behind him.
- >With Anon gone, you see to a couple of chores around the house, before collapsing into a gooey puddle.
- >It hurt to stay solid for too long, and you were in no mood to be hurting today.
- >As you quiver on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, you form a mouth and take a deep breath.
- “OHMYGOSHHEISTOTALLYCHEATINGONME!”
- >Ugh, this is awful.
- >You should have known when he started denying you the dick.
- >But can you really blame him?
- >You’re not even able to maintain a three-dimensional body for more than half a day.
- >Sure you can do all kinds of cool new tricks but, he’s not taking you up on it at all.
- >And he’s absolutely insatiable in bed, so he must be getting relief from somewhere!
- >Rarity is the only option.
- >But, what can you do?
- >Lifting a gooey, half-formed limb, you sigh.
- >And then smile.
- >What can you do?
- >Any
- >Thing
- >You
- >Want.
- >
- >Daybreak, Ponyville.
- >Anonymous, still fast asleep beside you.
- >You lost form in the middle of the night, but that’s par for the course.
- >It also makes escaping his vicegrip hug that much easier.
- >With a few twists and squirms, you’re free, glooping for the door.
- >You leave him a note, of course, saying you’re going to see if Twilight has figured out a way to turn you solid again.
- >And you will.
- >Right after you pay Rarity a visit.
- >Slinking across town, you find your way to the Carousel Boutique and shimmy under the door.
- >Being gooey, once again, is totally, AWESOME!
- >As the fastest thing with no legs, you throw yourself up the stairs to Rarity’s bedroom.
- >If you bothered to form a mouth, it would be grinning as you gaze upon her prone form.
- >Time to get to work.
- >Slithering up on the bed, you flatten yourself down to slip under the sheets.
- >With a measured patience that you probably shouldn’t have, you inch yourself inside of her.
- >Several times, she shudders and moans as you fill her.
- >But she never wakes up.
- >And when Anonymous gets a load of her today.
- >He’ll never think about her sexually again.
- “Heh heh heh. Wwwwoah!”
- >The world around you shifts suddenly as Rarity is pulled from her slumber.
- >
- >Rarity’s head jerks at the sound of laughter coming from her cooter.
- >Still in a dazed state, she doesn’t notice the extremely pronounced bulge that has overtaken the center of her body.
- >With a smacking of lips, she dozes off after assuring herself no one is around.
- >
- >As the shaking subsides, you give a sigh of relief.
- >That was a close call, better for you to stay silent so that you don’t give yourself away.
- >And the best way to stay silent
- >Yawn
- >is probably to settle in for a few hours.
- >With practiced ease, you condense your mass to a more manageable size.
- >You can feel Rarity’s organs give a sigh of relief as you take the pressure off of them.
- >Soon, not much larger than a cherry, you snuggle in to the warmth of Rarity’s womb and allow yourself a brief respite from changing size.
- >After all, you’re going to need all the energy you can get.
- >
- “Ah, another beautiful morning, wouldn’t you say, Opal?”
- >Your cat sneers, as felines are prone to do, and gives a muted meow as a response.
- >Paying no mind to your harshest critic, you leave your bed and proceed to make yourself presentable.
- >After all, you are working with Anonymous again today.
- >Even as he’s spoken for, and reminded you as such on several occasions, it’s nice to be eyed by a taken stallion and he is no exception.
- >Humming to yourself, you take the curlers out of your hair, trying to shake the strange firmness in your belly.
- >It’s certainly not uncomfortable, but you feel unnaturally full.
- >Should it persist, you will see the doctor, but today you have business to take care of.
- >With a humph, you prepare for Anonymous’ arrival.
- >As a true gentlecolt, he doesn’t keep you waiting long.
- “Anonymous, darling, on time I see?”
- >“As always.”
- >He chuckles a little, glancing around the boutique.
- >“Things were a little quicker today, Rainbow Dash seems to be out and about in Ponyville, so there was only breakfast for one.”
- >Such a terrible thing, Twilight’s miscast.
- >But, dangers of working with ancient and unpredictable magic.
- >With a swing of your flank, you usher Anonymous inside to get to work on your latest stroke of fashion brilliance.
- >Behind the walls of your Vulva of Solitude, Rainbow Dash bides her time, waiting for the right moment to strike.
- >She does not linger long.
- >As you sit down and continue discussing the ins and outs of using animal fur in your latest designs, an enormous sound escapes from your snatch.
- >BRAP!
- >As color races to your cheeks, you see a confused look cross Anonymous’ face.
- >He glances left, then right, then back at you.
- >Suddenly realizing what that dreadful sound was akin to, you lift your hooves.
- “Th-that wasn’t me!”
- >He chuckles a little and shakes his head.
- >“It’s fine, Rarity. Sometimes, these things happen.”
- “But, I didn’t…”
- >Reaching across the table, Anonymous pats you on the head and opens his folder, thumbing through your latest design sketches.
- >Slinking down into your seat, you curse whatever it was that made that filthy, uncouth sound.
- >Moreover, it probably made Anonymous view you as less of a lady.
- >While that may be fine for somepony like Derpy Hooves, you are a mare of class, of distinction!
- >Sighing, you try to put it out of your mind and wait for Anonymous’ verdict on your designs.
- >
- >This, may be
- >The greatest prank
- >EVER!
- >Chuckling quietly to yourself, you resist the urge to compress yourself again and have another brap escape the Rarity’s marshmallow mons.
- >But, what to do next?
- >Despite your distance from the action, you can sense Rarity’s motions through her core.
- >Currently, she’s waving her hooves in the air.
- >Anonymous probably said something to offend her.
- >Maybe about the sound.
- >That would be perfect.
- >Again, you play the waiting game, knowing that your time to strike again will come soon enough.
- >Rarity settles down within a short time, and is soon hunched over, enthralled by whatever has her attention.
- >Now would be an excellent time to move.
- >Spreading yourself, you form small tendrils and drag them along the edges of your uterine universe.
- >Part of you wishes you could be outside for this.
- >
- >The fullness that you had been experiencing before has worsened, changing from a comfortably snug sensation, to a terribly ticklish one.
- >Leaning down over Anonymous’ suggestions, you can’t help but squirm in your seat.
- >What a terrible day this is turning out to be.
- >Sighing, you give another wiggle of your flanks to try and sate the deep, deep itch in your marehood.
- >It’s not helping, not at all.
- >He’s eyeing you again, wondering what has you all worked up, most likely.
- >Those perfectly warm and compassionate eyes…
- “Ooh!”
- >That last one made you jump out of your seat, hips wriggling like Pinkie Pie on the dance floor.
- >Entirely undignified.
- >Oh the shame!
- >“Rarity? Are you all right?”
- “Oh, oh yes, Anon. It’s just, I’ve got a dreadful itch.”
- >Your lower half jerks in reaction to a fresh wave of tickling.
- “I, ooh, I just, need a drink, yes, that’s it. Stay right there!”
- >Oh darling, what is wrong with you today?
- >Still swinging your flank back and forth, you stumble into the kitchen, trying your best to silence the incessant itching.
- >It’s not working.
- >Glancing over your shoulder, you ensure that Anonymous is engrossed in his work, before sliding your hoof against your supple snatch.
- “Oohhh, that’s the stuff.”
- >Your voice is a low whisper, not wanting to alert Anon to your predicament.
- >At last, the constant buzz recedes, leaving you hot and bothered, but satisfied with the result.
- >Making sure to grab a glass of water, you trot back out to your creative assistant and smile, acting as if nothing was wrong.
- >One thing is for certain.
- >You will be seeing the doctor this afternoon.
- >“Everything okay?”
- “Of course dear, I am just, perfect.”
- >With a smile, you drain your water and settle back in to finish deliberations.
- >As you begin to go over the final product, your stomach gurgles.
- >My, your body is just turning against you today, isn’t it?
- >Thankfully, Anonymous doesn’t seem to notice.
- >Taking a moment to rest your hoof on your belly, you attempt to quiet its frustrations.
- >Rather, firmer than usual.
- >Convex as well.
- >Very unusual.
- >A quiet gasp escapes your lips as your eyes dart downward.
- “Oh good heavens…”
- >“Rarity?”
- >You really should try to be professional about this.
- >It, it’s not like it’s the end of the world.
- >Still, you feel tears welling up in your eyes as you give your distended stomach another pat.
- >It jiggles, and with that slight movement, your defenses collapse.
- “I-I”
- >The words won’t come, even as tears dribble down your face.
- “I’m, fat…”
- >As the declaration hangs in the air, you whimper, and burst into sobs, dropping your face into your hooves.
- >What a terrible day.
- >Your stomach burbles again and lurches outward some more, which does nothing to improve your mood.
- >It, must be some sort of allergic reaction.
- >Such things can be fixed, certainly.
- >But, you can’t fix Anonymous’ impression of you.
- >After this, he’ll never want to work with you again.
- >You can’t blame him for that, as even you are offended by your own traitorous body at the moment.
- >Steadying your resolve, you lift your head and wipe at your eyes.
- >All you need to do is ask him to leave.
- >He’s a gentlecolt, and will not question it.
- >Your vision clears, and Anonymous is upon you, his eyes roaming your body.
- >Shame colors your face again as you attempt to gather your will.
- “Um, Anonymous, I believe it would be best, for both of us, if you wo-oh!”
- >His hand rests on the obvious roundness between your legs.
- >Tracing small circles with his fingers, you coo and feel your eyes roll back into your head.
- >Your bump seems to appreciate the affection as well, ceasing it’s ever expanding progress.
- >For several minutes, you remain there, with Anonymous working his lovely fingers over your taut skin.
- >You could almost forget that you look absolutely disgusting.
- >And then
- >wonder of wonders
- >Your belly begins to recede in size.
- >You’re only dimly aware of it, lost in the perfectly peachy haze of Anonymous’ touch, but the pressure on your body is decreasing.
- >A welcome change to be sure.
- >Unfortunately, he’s also igniting something else in you.
- >The thought of those luxurious digits roaming across your sensitive places.
- >Mingling with the itch you felt earlier,
- >It really is quite impossible to resist.
- >Once you are reduced to a more manageable size, you strike.
- >While you are no Twilight Sparkle, pinning him to the ground takes little effort on your part.
- >Putting on your best smile, you feel your horn go alight as you focus on getting his pants off.
- >
- >This is the weirdest day ever.
- >Not waking up with Dash.
- >Rarity not fully in control of herself.
- >The sudden stomach spasm
- >And now the still slightly plump marshmallow pony grinding herself against you.
- >You’ve seen some shit, but today definitely takes the cake.
- “Rarity, listen, I need”
- >“Oh, yes you do, don’t you?”
- >Rarity sighs and jerks her body against yours.
- >“I need it too.”
- >With a heavy sigh, you reach up and push the posh pony off your pelvis.
- “I appreciate the offer, Rarity, but I really should go look for Rainbow Dash.”
- >“But, but…”
- >As Rarity breathes in, you grit your teeth, bracing yourself for the ear splitting whine.
- >“Whhhhhhhhyyyyyyy?”
- >With the sound still reverberating around the boutique, you pull yourself together and get to your feet.
- “Because she’s our friend. And, I would really like to know if Twilight fixed her condition.”
- >“Oh, COME ON! Just fuck her already!”
- >The unmistakably gruff voice of Rainbow Dash echoes.
- >The two of you flinch, having been caught in a rather compromising position.
- >You, standing with your pants around your ankles.
- >And Rarity, winking for the entire world to see.
- >“R-Rainbow?”
- “Dashie? Where are you? Come out, nothing’s happening.”
- >There is a moment of silence before you can hear her frustrated sigh.
- >Rarity begins to squirm in place, gasping for air.
- >Great, this again.
- >With a great moan, she rubs her plump slit
- >And out pops Dashie’s head.
- >What…
- >It’s smaller now, obviously, but it’s Dash, without a doubt.
- >Reforming her mouth, the goo pony furrows her brow and scowls.
- >“So, why are you so opposed to dicking my friend?”
- “Dashie, get out of there, now.”
- >“No! Not until you fuck her!”
- “I’m not going to have sex with Rarity, and certainly not while you’re lodged in her cooter.”
- >“UGH!”
- >Her expression growing darker, Rainbow Dash squirms a little more, forcing her body closer to your face.
- >Rarity has become a twitching mess at this point, eyes glazed and drool dribbling from the side of her mouth.
- >“Listen here, buddy. I haven’t gotten fucked since I turned into this, and then you start rubbing other mare’s bellies. Being connected with Rarity, and feeling your touch on my own, it was great. I want more.”
- >“I want to feel your dick inside her, and I want to be battered around by it. I want to drown in your cum. What’s so wrong with that?”
- “Dash, sweetie, you’re not in your right mind. Listen to yourself…”
- >“I don’t care! I’ve got this freaky body, but I still want to get freaky! If you’re not going to do it willingly, I will not hesitate to drag you into her cunt by your dick!”
- >Sighing, you resign yourself to the fact that she’s not going to let this go.
- >Reaching up, you caress her gooey cheek, and smile as she leans into the touch.
- >“Glad to see you came to your senses, now j-HEY!”
- >As you begin to push her back into Rarity’s vagina, Dash begins to thrash and curse.
- >It’s a lot like pushing water, but eventually you manage to fit Raingoo back with the rest of her body.
- >And then you make a break for the door.
- “Gotta get Twilight.”
- >“GET BACK HERE!”
- >You can hear Rainbow calling after you, but don’t dare look back.
- >
- “Oh, that bastard! All I want is his dick!”
- >Grumbling to yourself, you begin to puddle out of Rarity’s snatch.
- “I’ll show… him?”
- >You give a few squirms, but find that you can’t move any more.
- >Rarity, once again conscious, smiles down at you.
- >“Oh darling, no, no, no. You’re going to finish what you started.”
- >At once, you feel something pulling you deeper.
- “No…”
- >Harder now, you’re losing ground.
- “NO!”
- >At once, the world descends into darkness as you’re pulled back into the marshmallow mare’s cunny.
- >
- >
- >You hope Anonymous hurries back.
- Chapter Two – A Little Testy (requested by Konyko and Anon)
- >You are Raingoo Dash
- >Fastest flier in Equestria, when you’re not this ‘gak’ stuff Twilight keeps yammering on about.
- >Currently trapped in a box in Ponyville Library while Twilight examines you.
- >Trying to figure out what’s wrong with you.
- >You don’t feel that there’s much wrong with you though.
- >Aside from not being able to get airborne, you feel pretty great.
- >Changing size and shape at will, able to do things that you never would he believed possible.
- >It’s great, sends the thrill of adventure right up your spine.
- >If you had a spine.
- >Sure, maybe you went a little over the line nesting in Rarity’s love canal to spy on her and your special somepony, Anonymous.
- >Any mare worth her salt would have been afraid that her stallion would leave her if she underwent a drastic, life altering event like you have.
- >It’s only natural to be afraid, to want to keep an eye on your man.
- >But, you may have overacted a little.
- >Really, Anon, he’s the greatest human around.
- >Well, he’s the only human in all of Equestria.
- >He’s still pretty awesome.
- >And, to cheat on you with Rarity?
- >Ha.
- >Ha ha ha.
- >Yeah right.
- >Like that would ever happen.
- >She’s totally not his type.
- >Practiced, poised, and plush.
- >Nothing that Anon would be interested in.
- >No, he was definitely into mares who liked to have fun, laugh and play pranks.
- >Which is exactly why you’re freaking out that he’s working with Pinkie Pie!
- >Loveable, hilarious, and the second-best prankster in Ponyville, after yourself of course.
- >Putting the two of them in the same area, with you out of commission was begging for infidelity!
- >And you’re stuck here in this plastic prison of Twilight’s design.
- >As long as you keep eighty percent of your mass inside the weighted area, you’re fine.
- >Otherwise, ZAP!
- >And you spend the next hour a destabilized mess.
- >Terrific.
- >“Rainbow?”
- >His voice snaps you out of your reverie.
- >His eyes are tender, concerned, and bring a smile to your face every time.
- >How could you ever assume that he would cheat on you?
- >It just wasn’t in his nature.
- >“Dashie?”
- >You whimper a little at the name, pressing your cheek into his palm.
- >It’s a little sticky, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
- “Mhmm?”
- >“I spoke with Twilight, she seems to think that when the spell altered your body, it scrambled your wiring a little upstairs. So, you’re going to have to stay here, just a little longer.”
- >Well, that certainly didn’t make you feel any better.
- >Why couldn’t he bring you could news for once?
- “But, I want to go back home, with you.”
- >“Soon sweetie, soon. Twilight’s almost got something worked up.”
- “But who’s gonna keep an eye on you and make sure that you’re safe?”
- >“I think I can manage on my own for a few days more. All right, I gotta go get baking with Pinkie. See you tonight, okay?”
- >You huff and puff out your cheeks, scowling and slinking back into your cage.
- “Well, I don’t like it.”
- >“I know, Dashie. But, you can come home soon.”
- >Smiling, he places a hand on the thick plastic separating the two of you.
- >You don’t respond in kind.
- >He doesn’t seem to mind, giving you one last smile as he walks towards the door.
- >You do your best not to eye the little Raingoo sitting on his collar waving back at you.
- >
- >You are Raingoo Dash, part of her anyway.
- >Created to act as a transmitter, you will observe the movements of Anonymous up until the point of destabilization, roughly five hours from now.
- >Any information you receive, from visual to tactile, will be transferred back to your Prime.
- >But you care nothing about that, because you are with Anonymous.
- >With the booming thoughts of your Prime fading into the distance, you begin to work autonomously.
- >Too open to stay on the shoulder, you slip under his collar and bide your time.
- >The journey to Sugar Cube Corner is a quick one, when you take enormous strides as he does.
- >His scent lingers in his clothing, nearly intoxicating to your miniature senses.
- >At last, target sighted.
- >Pinkie Pie.
- >“Hiya Non-non! How’s Dashie?”
- >“As well as can be expected, I guess.”
- >His smile, though strained, is evident in his voice.
- >Pinkie gives an apologetic smile.
- >“I suppose. Well, we’ll just have to have an extra big party for her once she’s back on her hooves!”
- >“She’d like that.”
- >“All righty-roonie! We’ve got cakes to bake, so it’s time for you to start strippin!”
- >What?
- >“Ugh, Pinkie, really, can’t I just cook in this?”
- >“Nope! Special clothes for special occasions!”
- >There’s a heavy sigh as your world shudders, Anonymous making his way towards a room off to the side.
- >“Sure, just let me switch in here.”
- >Darn.
- >Darn, darn, darn!
- >So much for hiding out in the shade all day.
- >Without a thought, you slide down his bare back.
- >Anonymous shudders, flailing his arms.
- >He and Pinkie share a laugh and talk about cold chills.
- >But that doesn’t concern you.
- >You need to find a place to hide.
- >Now!
- >“Pinkie Pie, that mare.”
- >His voice rumbles as you slip beneath Anonymous’ waistband, the door clicking shut behind him.
- >Just in time too, as he strips off his shirt first.
- >But that doesn’t give you much time to work with.
- >You can feel his body twist and contort as he lifts a new shirt over his head.
- >Think, Raingoo!
- >Objective, to observe Anonymous in regards to infidelity.
- >He’s changing his clothes, so there’s no way to ensure safe passage on his person.
- >Ah!
- >But what about inside his person?
- >Frantically wracking your brain, it comes to you.
- >There’s really only one place to go.
- >Slipping up between his legs, you eye your target.
- >Gauging the size, you condense your mass further.
- >And slide down Anonymous’ urethra.
- >He squirms.
- >He shouts.
- >He jumps around and curses.
- >You can feel the muscles contract around you as you quickly slither down a passage generally meant for one way traffic.
- >The warmth surrounding you is invigorating.
- >As you travel further, deeper, your vision fades, but your tactile sense spreads, like a web, surrounding you, letting you take in everything.
- >A few minutes after reaching your destination, it dawns on you.
- >You are literally swimming in his maleness.
- >And there is no way that you can cheat without her knowing.
- >Driven on by a mixture of lust and this acknowledgement of power, you begin transmitting your sensations back to your Prime.
- >It is a very pleasurable start to you reporting.
- >
- “AHHHHH!”
- >Clutching at your penis, you try to squeeze the foreign sensation out of you.
- >It’s chilly and unusual, not to mention feeling entirely wrong.
- >Things are -not- supposed to go down that way!
- >Grunting, you give another squeeze and grit your teeth as the feeling fades.
- >Shoulders heaving, you turn your prick left, then right, the left again.
- >No signs of anything unusual, but, just to be sure, you give your boys a once over.
- “Well, it’s not cancer.”
- >Sighing, you consider calling it a day and getting yourself checked out.
- >But, Pinkie would be pretty disappointed, and what would you do all day, sit on your ass?
- >It would fall asleep in no time.
- >Come to think of it, the entire incident kind of felt like pins and needles, except with your dick.
- >Not painful but, not right either.
- >Could that even happen?
- >It must be able to, and that must have been what happened.
- >You just twisted your wang the wrong way and now everything was back to normal.
- >Pinkie’s knock brings you back to reality.
- >“Hey, Non-non, you okay in there?”
- “Y-yeah Pinkie, my uh, my leg, just fell asleep.”
- >Yeah, your third leg.
- “Ooh, prickly! This one time, when I was waiting on the girls, I decided to hide in a tree and surprise them, but they took such a long time to get there, so I started counting the clouds…”
- >As Pinkie rambles, you eye the outfit she expects you to wear.
- >Inspired by some sort of circus nightmare, it’s a red and white vertically stripped affair, from neck to ankle and entirely unflattering.
- >How she managed to get it in your size the first day you started working with her, you’ll never know.
- >It doesn’t take long to slip into the ensemble, though you take a few extra seconds to smooth out the shirt before opening the door.
- >“…and then my tail was asleep all day!”
- >Giving her your usual smile, you reach out and ruffle her mane.
- “Great story sport, but we’ve got cakes to bake, right?”
- >“Yeah we do!”
- >Within seconds, she’s pushed you into the kitchen and thrust a mixing bowl into your hands.
- >“Now we’re already behind, so you start stirring.”
- “Got it.”
- >Working with Pinkie has always been one of your favorite jobs.
- >Lighthearted, funny and always with a song to sing, or a story to tell.
- >It’s a lot less like work, and a lot more like catching up with a friend you haven’t seen in ages.
- >Except you saw her just the other day.
- >But for such a young mare, she’s certainly had her share of adventures.
- >“So, where was I? Oh yeah! This one time, I got thrown in some poison joke, and my tongue swelled up so much that I couldn’t talk without going PPBHT PPBHT PPBHT, and it was awful! See, we followed this craaaazy zebra named Zeccora…”
- >Smiling, you begin beating the mixture and nodding along, zoning in and out of her stories.
- >It’s quite pleasant.
- >After several hours of back and forth with the resident party pony, you’re both reduced to laughing fits.
- >A comfortable silence settles in between the two of you, broken only by Pinkie’s intermittent mumbling and humming.
- >But, to be honest, you’re really starting to get worn out, baking can be exhausting.
- >As if sensing your distress, Pinkie turns to you and trots over, inspecting your work.
- >“Oh, Anon, not like that!”
- >Placing her hoof over your hand, she begins to guide you through stirring the latest batch of cake mix.
- >“See, you’re fighting the batter too much. Less stirring, more churning. It wants to churn, Anon, let it churn.”
- >Giving you a flirty smile, she continues to guide your hand.
- >“Churning and churning.”
- “Uh, Pinkie…”
- >As if snapping out of a daze, the pink mare smiles and removes her hoof.
- >“Jeez, sorry. I, tend to get a little distracted when I bake, it just gives me such warm, gooey feelings, you know?”
- “Gooey, huh?”
- >With a small smile, Pinkie giggles in response.
- >“Gosh, I should probably watch saying that around Dashie, huh?”
- “Oh, she doesn’t seem to mind too much. She’s got one heck of a resolve.”
- >“You said it. Just, um, keep churning.”
- “Aye, aye, Cap’n.”
- >Turning back to your task, you hum a few bars from a tune Pinkie was carrying earlier.
- >You don’t have the best voice, but Pinkie, ever dynamic, manages to harmonize with you.
- >The two of you continue to work, humming and singing wordlessly back at one another.
- >The whole while, you consider Pinkie’s advice.
- >Take your time and churn the batter.
- >After all, it wants to be churned, so why don’t you just do what it wants?
- >It’ll fight you a lot less.
- >If you just churn it.
- >At once, your body sizes up.
- >Pain rockets from your testicles up to your brain and everywhere in between.
- >Clutching at your junk, you crumple to the ground, mouth agape.
- >The bowl of batter clatters against the floor, sending the concoction everywhere.
- >Pinkie, noting that she’s now working solo, rushes to your side.
- >“Anon? Anonymous? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
- >Even if you could speak, you’re not sure that you could explain.
- >
- >Churning.
- >That’s all you can think of right now.
- >You’re not quite sure where the idea came from, but it seems like a good one.
- >Inside your fleshy prison, you allow yourself to circle.
- >Up, down, around, back and forth.
- >Circling the very things that made Anonymous male, being in such close proximity to them.
- >It was like a dream come true.
- >You were a part of him now, you could feel your connection with your Prime slipping away.
- >Now, you were part of Anonymous.
- >Part of the man that you loved.
- >Together, forever.
- >Well, as long as you can stay stable.
- >That won’t be much longer though, but it’s the thought that counts.
- >Smiling, you continue to soak up his warmth and make your rounds, seeking only to appease his thoughts as they feed into you.
- >Pressure increases as his hand cups your new home.
- >He’s paying attention to you at last.
- >It’s been so long.
- >And how much longer still for your Prime?
- >You wish that he could see you; your time inside him has made you significantly lighter as you sampled some of his seed.
- >Still rainbow colored, but with a milky touch.
- >You’d like to think that he would find it attractive.
- >With that final thought, you feel your consciousness drift away as you cease to be Raingoo, and instead become a part of Anonymous.
- >
- “Oh god it hurts!”
- >Hurts is an understatement.
- >As your boys continue to twist round and round each other, pressure only continues to mount.
- >A deep, incessant ache has taken over your testicles, and left you immobile below the waist.
- >And you’re not exactly in the most professional position either.
- >Hand on your nuts.
- >Flying full sail in these gaudy red and white striped pants.
- >And Pinkie fawning all over you, trying to figure out how to make you feel better.
- >“Do you need an ice pack?”
- >Whimpering, you shake your head.
- >“A cupcake?”
- >Another shake of the head is all you can manage.
- >“Non-non, you, you have to let me know what’s wrong so that I can fix it.”
- >There is an audible gulp as Pinkie places her hoof under your chin and lifts your eyes to hers.
- >“If I can’t fix it, then how am I supposed to make you smile?”
- “It’s just, a lot of pressure.”
- >Your voice is hoarse and strained as you feel another jerk in your junk.
- >“Down, here?”
- >Pinkie’s hoof falls on your penis.
- >Giving a curt nod, you go back to quietly bemoaning your agony.
- >“I could help you with that, Anon.”
- >Her voice is low, barely above a whisper.
- >She’s chewing on her lip, giving a carefully regulated smile.
- >“If, you’d let me.”
- >You pant as her hoof traces a small circle around your erection.
- >Jeez, that HURTS!
- >The last thing on your mind right now is getting your dick wet!
- “No, y’know, I really think it’d be better, if I just left.”
- >“But, we could have so much fun together!”
- >She squeaks as her expression changes to a grin.
- >“I could make you smi~le~!”
- >Liquid sugar dribbles off every word of that promise.
- “I don’t doubt it, Pinkie. But really, I am in a lot of pain.”
- >Your berries take that moment to seize up.
- >The ensuing gasp drives the point home for Pinkie that this isn’t a game and you are legitimately hurting.
- “And, it wouldn’t be fair to Rainbow.”
- >Puffing her mane out of her eyes, the pink mare nods and purses her lips.
- >“Maybe it would be better for you to take the rest of the day off. I can handle the orders by myself.”
- >You manage a smile and wrap an arm around Pinkie, hugging her for a long moment.
- “Thanks.”
- >“But you need to be back here tomorrow!”
- >Struggling to your feet, you nod and attempt to walk.
- >It’s extraordinarily painful to put one foot in front of the other.
- >If you walk with your hips however, swinging each leg out wider than your shoulders, it’s manageable.
- “Uh, if it’s all right, I’m going to take these clothes with me. I don’t think I could stand up again if I changed.”
- >Pinkie giggles and nods, before turning back to her baking, her advances apparently forgotten.
- >You waddle out the door, making your way through town looking like a carnival clown who spent too much time riding in the saddle.
- >The foals get a good laugh out of it.
- >You just can’t wait to get home.
- >After several hours of crash time on the couch, your gonads no long feel like they’re about to pop.
- >They’re still tight, but you can at least massage them without too much pain.
- >And the contact seems to be helping.
- >It’s been a while since you got any relief, maybe Pinkie did have the right idea.
- >Dash wouldn’t mind if you, took care of yourself right?
- >Sighing, you close your eyes and allow your mind to drift.
- >
- >If you could say one thing about Twilight after your stay with her, it would be that she is a mutterer.
- >Stalking around, all the time, muttering under her breath, taking notes, muttering, dictating to Spike, muttering.
- >You don’t really want to know what goes on in that horned head of hers.
- >She’s not nearly as good company as Anon.
- >The memories of your tag along flood back to you, bringing with them a fresh wave of emotions.
- >To be so close to him, to be a part of him, why hadn’t you thought of that before?
- >How could he say no to the two of you becoming one?
- >It was so exciting.
- >You’d bring that up when he stopped by later.
- >Speaking of, he’s rather late tonight…
- >A pounding on the door brings an end to Twilight’s muttering.
- >Finally.
- >Only, it doesn’t stop after a few beats.
- >The sound is relentless, frantic.
- >Curious, you congeal yourself enough to pull a bit of your mass out of the box, eyeing the door.
- >As Twilight opens it, Anon rushes in.
- >His face is pale, his breath short.
- >And he is clutching some white fabric in his fist.
- >“Anonymous? What’s wrong?”
- >“T-Twilight”
- >Struggling for air, he takes a deep breath and continues.
- >“There’s something wrong with me.”
- >“Well, shouldn’t you go see a doctor?”
- >“I don’t think it’s a doctor kind of problem.”
- >Huffing, Twilight nods.
- >Probably realizes that her work won’t get done tonight.
- >“All right Anonymous, spill.”
- >“That’s just it! That’s what my problem is!”
- >Cocking her head to the side, Twilight raises an eyebrow.
- >“What do you mean?”
- >Thrusting the cloth out, he opens his hand.
- >A seven color mess within the cloth quivers as his hand shakes.
- >“Twilight. I just ejaculated a fucking rainbow.”
- >Whoops.
- Chapter Three – Rape Him? I Hardly Know Him! (requested by Shukaku)
- >You are Raingoo Dash.
- >The gooiest pony in Equestria.
- >And you may have just stepped in it, in a big way.
- >You’ve been staying with your friend, Twilight Sparkle for the past few days as she tries to figure out how to fix you.
- >That’s separated you from your special some-pony, Anonymous.
- >You’re not too keen on that.
- >So you split off a portion of yourself to follow him and make sure no pony tries anything.
- >You will not confirm or deny that your miniature self may or may not have slimed her way up Anonymous’ urethra during this time period.
- >He’s just run in to the library in a panic.
- >Apparently, humans aren’t supposed to cum across the color spectrum.
- >Whoops.
- >
- >Twilight gapes at the tissue, apparently caught somewhere between disgust and amazement.
- >Anon’s hand is steadying as he gets his breathing under control.
- >He’s casting curious glances over at you.
- >Like he knows, that clever man.
- >“So, what’s wrong with me?”
- >Twilight shakes her head, placing her muzzle closer to the rainbow-coated cloth.
- >You don’t miss the fact that her nostrils flare.
- >Or that her pupils dilate and her breathing deepens.
- >That kind of pisses you off.
- >“Anonymous, I can’t know just from looking at your, fluids. I need to run some tests.”
- >“So run them! Tell me what’s going on!”
- >The purple unicorn nods, stumbling backwards a few steps and giving Anon a flirty smile.
- >“Sure, follow me.”
- >The two descend down into the library basement, leaving you alone.
- >Even as the greatest goo pony in Equestria, you can’t form your mouth quickly enough to warn him to run away.
- >You have to follow him.
- >Lurching upwards, you pull yourself from your plastic containment cell.
- >As the last bit of you leaves the floor, an electric shock rocks your body.
- >Squirming and screaming, you collapse back onto the bottom of the plastic, your gooey form twitching in protest to the sudden jolt.
- “Stupid Twilight.”
- >You burble through barely audible liquid pops.
- >Well.
- >It would have been helpful to know you could do that about thirty seconds ago.
- >As your molecules struggle to get back into working order, you’re forced to confront your fears.
- >Smart, a magical prodigy, with extra flank for wank like all unicorns were graced with.
- >Twilight was everything you weren’t.
- >She was after your man.
- >And what if he decided that she was more his style?
- >You’ve got to figure a way out of this box!
- >
- “Jeez Twilight, I really appreciate you doing this.”
- >“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure. Can I, uh, take that from you?”
- >Glancing back at you, her horn is alight with a purple glow.
- >A part of you is excited about this.
- >After all, this is where the magic happens, literally.
- >As you hold out the tissue, it begins to glow in the same manner as her horn, levitating over to a microscope.
- >As Twilight begins her examination of your spunk, you pull up a seat and take in the ambiance of what really equates to a mad scientist’s laboratory.
- >Beakers and all manners of glassware.
- >Broiling concoctions bubbling and popping, promising all kinds of mysteries to be solved.
- >You knew absolutely nothing about science, but it was still fascinating to see it in action.
- “So, you figure anything out yet?”
- >You’re also tremendously impatient, which is probably why you’re not good at the whole thousand ways to fail at making a light bulb thing.
- >Twilight, letting out a small breath, shrugs.
- >“N-nothing yet.”
- >The whisper of another sharp inhale through the nose draws your attention back to the unicorn.
- “You’re breathing awful deep, you okay?”
- >“I’m fine. Just fine.”
- >Grunting in response, you notice she’s holding her tail a little higher, her feet stuttering from side to side, just a little.
- >Guess Mr. Nye was right, science can be exciting.
- >Huffing, you continue to skulk around the lab, tapping on anything that doesn’t look like it will shatter on impact.
- >Considering volatile chemicals, that doesn’t give you much to work with.
- >Within thirty seconds, you’re done and sighing impatiently.
- >And dreading Twilight’s response.
- >You have your own theories about why your squirting out rainbows, but, that would mean…
- “So, do you think that Rainbow Dash could have something to do with this?”
- >Twlight grunts, still taking deep, heavy breaths.
- >“What would make you think that?”
- “Oh, I don’t know, the fact that I Roy G. Biv’d all over a Kleenex and the recent memory of her lodging herself in Rarity’s womb come to mind. Is it really that far of a jump?”
- >“Rainbow Dash is our friend, Anonymous.”
- >Twilight pauses, taking a wheezing breath through her nose.
- >It’s kinda gross sounding.
- >“I think it would be best to give her the benefit of the doubt.”
- “Yeah, well, I don’t like the idea of her crawling around in my reproductive tract. Or anyone else for that matter.”
- >“Yes, I can see how that would be, uncomfortable. Especially if she were to get i-impregnated.”
- “Twilight, she’s a lump of sentient goo. I don’t think that we’re compatible. Heck, doubt I have to worry about that with anybody here.”
- >“Really?”
- >There’s a slight hitch in Twilight’s voice, but you nod and shrug anyway.
- “Yeah, I mean, the likelihood of compatibility has to be next to nothing, right?”
- >“Most likely…”
- >Three quick sniffs.
- >Twilight turns to face you, a coy smile on her muzzle.
- >“But, as a scholar, I can’t say for certain”
- >Pausing, she licks her lips.
- >“at least, not without following proper procedures, to be absolutely sure.”
- >Oh fuck not again.
- >Turning, you run for the stairs.
- >Instead of dashing forward, however, you seem to be rushing upward.
- >A dark purple aura has surrounded your entire body, pulling you a good five feet off the ground.
- >Thrashing against the almost invisible force, you find yourself inverted, facing Twilight.
- >A thin sheen of sweat grows on your forehead as you begin to panic.
- >Twilight’s pupils seem to get swallowed by her irises as she looks you over.
- >“Yes, I think it’s very important that we be absolutely sure that you’re not reproductively compatible with any of the other races in Equestria. I think I have a transmogrification spell somewhere, but I believe the best species to start with…”
- >Leaning in close, she takes a moment to nibble on the top of your ear, hot breath whispering into it afterwards.
- >“Ponies.”
- >You pray to Murphy for forgiveness, because there’s no way all this crap keeps happening to you by chance.
- >But your plea goes unanswered as you feel Twilight using her magic to unbutton your pants.
- >“I’m really looking forward to working with you, Anonymous. Let’s make great strides forward together, for science.”
- >“Get your hooves off my man!”
- >Your breath catches in your throat at the sound of her voice.
- “Dashie!”
- >Thank you based Murphy.
- >Twilight’s eyes narrow as she snarls.
- >“Rainbow…”
- >“Hey, Twilight, did I stutter or do you just have wax in your ears? Let go”
- >There’s a squelching sound as Rainbow leaves the ground, wriggling through the air like a blob of the sky, falling from above.
- >“of Anonymous!”
- >As the rainbow mess descends upon Twilight, her hold over you breaks.
- >Clacking your head against the floor of the lab, you ignore the dull throb and scramble to your feet.
- >The two mares are growling and sneering at each other, totally distracted.
- >Which means it’s an excellent opportunity for you to slip away.
- >Despite your feelings for Dash, you don’t look back.
- >Twilight might not want to say it, but Rainbow violated you.
- >She’s not the same pony she was before the accident.
- >You struggle up the stairs, trying to lift your heart out of your feet so that you can make a break for it.
- >The grunts continue, even as you close the door.
- “Maybe, Twilight can still fix her.”
- >But would you want her back?
- >Could you take her back anyway, knowing that she invaded you like that?
- >Shoulders shaking, you push the thoughts from your mind and focus on running back home.
- >
- >“You stupid, stupid hunk of gak!”
- >Twilight growls, holding you out in front of her.
- >Even with your best efforts, you hadn’t been able to maintain a hold on her horn.
- >Still so much left to learn.
- >“He was mine, I had him and you ruined everything!”
- “Twilight, listen to yourself, you’re not in your right mind.”
- >Gritting her teeth, she begins to pull you apart with her magic, tearing loose chunks of your amorphous body.
- >It’s a different feeling than when you augment your own body.
- >This forced transaction is sharp, painful and…
- >Exciting.
- >Even as she chips away chunks of your form, you moan, enjoying the new sensation.
- >It’s not so much hurting, really, but a sharp and brief burning feeling, like lactic acid building up in your legs.
- >In truth, it’s invigorating.
- >And Twilight doesn’t seem to be taking pleasure in the fact you’re enjoying this.
- >“Ugh, are you, getting off on this? You’re not even deserving of being called a pony any more, are you? You’re just a thing.”
- >She smiles and tears off another hunk of gunk.
- >You squeal, kicking your edges in futility.
- >“Just a plaything for every other pony in Ponyville.”
- >By the stars this feels wonderful, better than you even dreamed what being stepped on would be like.
- >You’re not going to die but, Twilight is going to have a lot of regret about this.
- >Better put a stop to it now.
- “T-TwilIIIIIght!”
- >Another breathy squeal as she rips into a rather sensitive part of your form.
- >Heavens it’s good.
- “Twi, he’s gone, you can, you can breathe again!”
- >The unicorn mare pops her eyebrow up, but takes a few manual sniffs of the air, wondering what you mean by that.
- >As she does, the fog of her eyes seems to lift, her pupils returning to their large, innocent size.
- >“Rain, bow Dash?”
- >She gasps and drops you to the ground with a squelch, backpedaling with terror across her face.
- >“Omigosh what did I do? A-are you okay?”
- >You manage a burbling chuckle as your gooey frame begins to condense around the largest chunk of your body.
- “Yeah, I guess so. Pretty kinky stuff, huh?”
- >Twilight blushes and scowls, shaking her head.
- >“Rainbow, this is serious, I attacked you, and I can’t even come up with a reason why.”
- >Your body’s not going to be very stable for a while yet, but you at least manage to form your head.
- >Despite the fact that it’s sticking out of a gooey mess, you can see relief on Twilight’s face.
- “I can come up with a reason. It’s because of Anonymous.”
- >Another, deeper, blush this time.
- >“I, I don’t know what came over me. He was just there, and I attacked him too…”
- “It’s not your fault Twilight. I know how hard it is to control yourself around him, I had the same problems when I was, solid.”
- “In fact, most mares do. I might not be a genius, but I know when some pony’s staring at him when we walk down the street. It happens all the time, something about him is just…”
- >“Magnetic?”
- >Sighing, you nod.
- “He just, draws mares in. When I saw how you reacted around him, I figured something like this would happen.”
- >Now would be an appropriate time to cry but, you’re not sure if you can in this body.
- “That’s why I worry so much about him. I don’t think he would ever cheat on me but, I don’t know if he knows what he does to mares. I don’t know if he could push them away.”
- “It’s selfish but, I don’t want to share him. Not with any pony. And I’ll do anything I can to make sure that no one else touches him.”
- >Steadying yourself, you close your eyes.
- >It’s a lot to take in and a lot to admit to someone, but if anyone can help you, it’s Twilight.
- >And you really need some help dealing with this mess.
- >You feel a hoof on top of your head and open your eyes.
- >Twilight has a strained smile, probably from making physical contact with you, but it’s genuine at least.
- >“You’re right, Rainbow. We have to make sure that he isn’t causing riots in Ponyville, and the best way to do that is to find out what’s making him so, attractive.”
- >Sticking your tongue out, you grunt in irritation.
- “Sounds like a bunch of busy work. I’m not good sitting, especially when he’s out there on his own.”
- >“Which is why I think that you should tail him, and make sure that he doesn’t get into any trouble.”
- >A grin splits your face in half.
- >“But you have to avoid contact with him as much as possible. Prevent any incidents before they happen.”
- >Okay, so you don’t get to hang out with your special some-pony, but you do get to keep an eye on him.
- >Plus, no more plastic cage.
- >With your body mostly in one piece, you snap a hoof out of your collective goo and give her a salute.
- “You can count on me, Twilight!”
- >Now, things get interesting!
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